The match was dropped in a twinkling, and Frank's fingers lifted the bar from the slots and its socket. Then he easily opened the door.
At that instant it seemed as if pandemonium broke loose below. There was a perfect fusillade of shots, hoarse shouts from men and wild shrieks from women. There was likewise a terrible crash, as if some part of the building had been ripped down.
"June!" called Frank. "June! June!"
The room in which he found himself was dark and silent.
"June! June! I am a friend! Answer me!"
Still silence.
Again he brought forth and struck a match. It flared up in his fingers, and he lifted it above his head, looking all around.
Stretched on the floor in a huddled heap in one corner was the body of a girl. The glance he had obtained convinced him that it was June beyond question.
Frank sprang forward, again speaking her name and assuring her that he was a friend.